Prologue - Yasin  

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“Oh my God! I love this man so much!”  That was Quiana’s thoughts as I watched her ass bounce up and down on my dick. 

Sex wasn’t just a physical thing for us. It was mental as we could read each other’s minds. We were psychically linked. During sex, her thoughts were free flowing like the Nile. She wanted me to hear her thoughts. 

Being the pleaser that I was, I love to hear my lover’s moans and groans. It let me know that I was doing my job. Hearing her thoughts always made my dick get harder. “Damn baby, bounce harder,” I said through clenched teeth, feeling my nut traveling to the surface.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it! Don’t fucking stop! Oh, fuck, I’m about to cum! Damn, Quiana!”

“I love when he says my name like that!” Quiana’s mental voice moaned in my head.

“Yes, daddy! Please nut! Give me! Give it to me, Yasin!” She urged me, as I saw the substantia nigra, ventral tegmental area, and hypothalamus of her brain light up as the dopamine hit.

Quiana began a combination of riding and grinding. I bit my lip while her screams were so loud that I knew the entire neighborhood heard her. I felt my dick swell in her soft walls as I could feel myself close to busting. Then Quiana looked down at me, directly in my eyes. That did it! I exploded, planted my seed deep inside her. 

“Goddamnnnnn!!!!” I moaned, receiving one of the best nuts of my life. 

I felt sated. I felt content. That was before I looked up at her, returning her gaze. 

When I first met Quiana, it was uncanny. She didn’t meet the criteria of any woman I had previously dated. I’d always been picky when it came to women, but there was just something special about her. She was just different. 

Her conversation, walk, and talk made me pause just as much as her body did too. As I got to know her, she made me feel secure. I felt like I could tell her anything. 

She was so sweet and caring. She made me show my sensitive side. She kept me grounded. I held her on a pedestal. She is untouchable in my eyes. Until today.

Looking into her eyes and after what I was told, I couldn’t look at her the same. I didn’t even know who I was looking at. It wasn’t the woman I fell in love with. 

Quiana leaned down and gave me a warm kiss as I thought about how all of this started…

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Six Months Ago…

Chapter One - Yasin

 

I woke up relishing the dream I just had. I hadn’t been in a relationship for the past year. I hadn’t had sex for even longer than that. My morning wood rose in my boxers. The Ancestors blessed me with an ebony goddess that rocked my world in the throes of REM sleep. I palmed my hardness through the material of my boxers and closed my eyes, recalling the dream. 

The melanated goddess of my dream and I were lying naked as I held her in my arms. I slowly entered her, her pussy enveloping me completely.

The goddess’s moans were long and loudly and sighs as I slipped all nine inches of myself inside her. Taking my time thrusting into her, I rotated my shaft, exploring every centimeter of her as she matched my strokes. The heat of our movements caused sweat to pool between us, creating a blissful friction. Crying out as the headboard hit the wall behind it, the goddess’s orgasm shook her from her toes to her chest as I felt her shudder beneath me while her juices flowed from her middle and down my legs.

Opening my eyes, my hard-on somehow grew even harder. The wildest thing about my dream was that it felt a bit too real. I lay in bed with my body experiencing the sensations of an orgasm. Thankfully, I hadn’t had a wet dream because having to clean up that mess would have been a pain in the ass, especially before heading out to work. That’s when the alarm I set to wake me up each day hit my ears. I didn’t know what time it was, but I smiled having awakened before my alarm. That meant I could take things slow — I could take my time. That’s what I thought … until the voice accompanying the alarm said, “Wake up, Yasin … it’s 9:30 AM!” Nine-Thirty? I quizzed internally. I grabbed my phone and saw that my phone wasn’t lying. It was nine-thirty in the morning which meant that I had slept through my first alarm at nine o’ clock and the second one at nine-fifteen. It also meant that I was running late for work. I was a librarian and my branch opened from ten to six, Monday through Friday. This meant that I had only a half an hour to get to work by ten o’ clock sharp or do what I hated the most, using my vacation time to cover my lateness. At least I showered last night, so that’s one less thing I have to worry about. I thought, hopping out of bed. With the quickness, I was in the bathroom urinating away my erection before eyeing myself in the mirror, brushing my teeth. Scrubbing my face, the chocolate goddess from my dream flashed in my mind again. The woman was beautiful. A part of me wished I could’ve stayed in the dream realm, but responsibility called. As well as me trying to decide whether to make a quick breakfast myself or stop off at Cosí. It was early January. It was twenty-eight degrees outside and my favorite winter drink, Cosí’s white hot chocolate, was calling my name. I leaned on the side of caution and chose to grab a couple of Kind Bars for the road with a ready-to-drink vanilla protein shake from the fridge. I was speed-walking to my car by quarter to ten. I had fifteen minutes to get to work and I was definitely making good time. Hitting the road, all was good. That was until I pulled into the parking lot behind work with five minutes to spare. I made it! I let out a long sigh of relief. The sinking feeling that I had forgotten something permeated my being. What could I have forgotten? I didn’t leave the sink in the bathroom on. I had my work ID and keys around my neck. I had my wallet. I had everything that I needed for the workday. 

Looking at my phone, the time now read: 9:57AM and three minutes later, I was walking through the back entrance of Chestnut Hill Library ready to start the day as the LA 3 (the manager) on the floor. 

“Good morning, Yasin,” I heard my coworker, Leo’s voice behind me.

Turning to face him, I found him standing there with a steamy cup of coffee. I smiled at the sight because everyone at the branch knew that if Leo didn’t have his morning coffee, then he wasn’t the easiest person to deal with all day. That was putting it mildly too. Without his morning coffee, Leo was downright mean to the patrons that got on his bad side. I always wished he’d maintain his professionalism, but I could empathize with him somewhat. Leo was a man in his mid-sixties. Working with me, I knew his entire life story. Before working for the City of Philadelphia and the Free Library system and LA 1, he had held every blue-collar job you could imagine from construction, truck driving, some mechanic work, even driving a train. It showed on Leo too. He was a rugged guy and despite a beer gut, he still held an impressive figure. He stood about five foot nine or so with thick arms and barrel chested, with salt and pepper hair and goatee, and his ever-present scowl marking his features.

“Morning Leo,” I smiled at him as he handed me a cup all my own. “Thanks. Is Andrea here?” I asked, looking around for my Branch Head.

“Yeah,” Leo sipped his coffee. “She’s in her office in a Zoom meeting. Tariq’s at the front desk and Gail is in the workroom, working on the Holds.” 

“Good,” I brought the cup of the coffee to my lips and sipped it. “Let’s have a good day today.” 

I turned and walked into the Children’s area of the library. I took in the scene. The children’s librarian, Cherette was having storytime, reading to the autism group we had come in once a week. Looking forward, I spied our regulars, Mr. Richardson and Mr. Stevens playing chess in the adult area. Tariq had a small line of folks checking out books. Things were running smoothly. …And that’s when I heard it!

“Fucking nigger! I’ve been here ten years and he gets the LA 3 promotion over me? I never thought that in this day and age that all that Black Lives Matter garbage and Affirmative action bullshit would rear itself back up. How many years ago was that shit?”

I heard the rant inside my head. The only problem was that it wasn’t my thoughts. They were Leo’s. I stood there frozen. No! No! No! No! Fuck! I screamed inside, not believing what was happening. Then it hit me what I had forgotten rushing out of the crib to here. Shit, I forgot to take my meds. 

Well, they really weren’t meds. Not to my kind anyway. It was the drug I was taking. For the normal person, Bexprazole was just taken to get rid of a headache. For a telepath, higher doses could truly negate one’s powers. I took a tablet of ninety-one milligrams of Bexprazole every day. Now, without it, my powers were in full effect.

I looked towards Cherette and that’s when my powers took over! Cherette’s eyes were on me when she should have been reading to the kids. “Damn, why does he have to be so sexy?” 

That was the last thought that I heard. 

I started seeing the thoughts of others. It was overwhelming. The kids’ minds were on their favorite superheroes and TV shows. 

“So here we go! Paw Patrol, whoa! Paw Patrol, whoa, oh-oh! Paw Patrol!” 

One of the kids must have been obsessed with the Paw Patrol because I heard the show’s theme and saw the show from the child’s point of view. I placed two fingers to my temple, trying to regain some semblance of control over my own mind. Then in the most contrastive moment of my life, my mind went from a child’s thoughts to sex. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Tariq!” 

I looked at Tariq, who was still checking out patrons. I could feel facial muscles contorting in disgust. I knew that Tariq was going to catch something that he couldn’t get off fucking all these random people. I was in his head how the fucked the shit out some random dude last night.

I needed some Bexprazole. I couldn’t go back home, but luckily there was a CVS right down the street. The vein near my temple began throbbing like a migraine. I rushed from the children’s area to the front desk. 

Managing to get a grip, I told Tariq, “Hey, I’ll be right back. I need to go to CVS real quick.” 

“It’s all good, man.” Tariq smiled. “I’ll hold it down ‘till you get back.” 

I nodded and began to walk away until I heard his mind muse: “I can’t wait to tell him about the morning I had.”

*****

Prowling through the aisles of the CVS, I was a mess of tears. I went to the aisle that the Bexprazole would have normally been and couldn’t find it. I went down each and every aisle and there was none to be found. I wasn’t a junkie needing a fix. I was a man in a desperate state of being. I stood in the back of the store at the pharmacy since no one stood at the checkout counter.

“Hi, I was wondering where you keep the Bexprazole?” I asked nervously, wiping the tears from my face just when the female pharmacist walked up.

“Hello, we keep it back here in the pharmacy. Is that all you’re looking for?” She asked, looking at me with genuine concern.

She turned away from me. I watched as she pulled keys from her lab coat and unlocked the glass case. She grabbed a five pack of the drugs and then grabbed a bottle of water. “Yes,” I nodded, trying to stop my body from shaking and my heart to stop racing. “I-I went looking where y’all normally keep them and couldn’t find them. Why do you keep them back here in the pharmacy?”

“I apologize. All stores in the United States have just implemented this policy. It’s in order to protect telepaths, sir,” she informed me.

“In order to protect telepaths?” I quizzed. 

“Yes,” She nodded. “Only 2% of the world’s population — that’s 156.74 million people — are telepaths and surprisingly most are people of color or non-white individuals. I’m pretty sure you heard of that telepath that was killed on her college campus showing off her abilities at a party.”

I frowned, remembering reading about it on Facebook. “Yeah.”

The pharmacist opened the package of Bexprazole, handing me a tablet and the water. “I guess when they discovered the first telepath that we as human beings were finally gonna have characters like Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor walking around, until they discovered that the telepathic trait was in people of color. Now, they treat us like in those really old X-Men movies.” 

“The next step of human evolution, but it’s out of their control, so they fear and hate us.” I popped the Bexprazole, swallowed it with a gulp of water, and felt the effects of it almost instantly. “A five pack is fifty dollars, right?” I asked, pulling out my wallet. 

The pharmacist shook her head. “It’s free of charge.”

“Really?” 

The young woman nodded and leaned in. “I know most of you all take Bexprazole to fit in. And don’t worry, I’m here every day, so your secret is safe with me. Whether it’s 2013 and Travon Martin … George Floyd in 2020 or now, in 2270 —no matter how much we advance as here on Earth, bigots just have to find new ways to harm us.” 

 Have a good day, sir.” 

“You too,” I said as I hurried back to work.